Apartment Porn, part Deux

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Having come to the decision, yesterday, mind you, that I will be moving to Paris in 2013 I started looking on Paris Craiglist for apartments.  Perhaps putting the cart before the horse.  Just maybe.  I did check to see what kind of jobs are out there too, but mainly I headed right to the crack.  Popped in my amount that I think I will be able to afford and started looking.

Holy crow, batman, the studios are cute!  I found a spectacular place in the Marais, which I would love to live in, having spent 10 days there back in 2009 I feel like I have a little affinity with that part of the city.  It was an adorable attic studio in a fourth floor walk up.  Fourth is not too bad, and you should check out the exposed beams, just gorgeous.

I came back down to Earth and realized that I have things to do here in the states first, like write tonight’s blog.  Oh yeah, that thing.  Well, aside from fantasizing about strolling Paris pushing a pram (not mine, mind you, my employers) I had a full day today with the two hell cats that declared war over my being.

Both the girls are going through a hitting phase.  It’s not bad and I know that they’re just expressing their frustration at not being able to communicate as well as they would like.  Although frankly, I feel like I have their languages down pretty well.  I end up talking to them all day long.  And I am constantly blown away by what they understand and comprehend and communicate back to me.

S. doesn’t want to say please right now with me, she’s been very demanding of being picked up.  K. is the exact same way.  However, K. does say please, it is the quickest sign in the West.  She’ll holler at me to pick her up, then as a side note, do a rapid please in sign language.  I have told them both that I don’t take demands, just requests.  But the problem, if it really is one, which it’s not, is that they both want me to hold the other one exclusively.

I will sit on the floor of the play room and let the two of them crawl over me and what ends up happening is that one or the other declares turf war and I’m in the middle of a slapping fight.  Then when I say, “no hitting”  which is about the only time I say “no” to the girls, I get to furious little bodies hurling themselves at me with vehement hugs.  Then they bump heads and the smack down continues.  I got hollered at a lot today.

I guess I can give myself a little leeway and be ok with the fantasy Paris life I’m already dreaming up for myself.  I’m truly excited.  I haven’t had an opportunity to talk about it with anyone yet, but the wheels are turning.  I set up my savings plan and have concluded how much I will be able to save in the next 2.5 years.  And I should be able to go and have a few months of not worrying about expenses while I get my feet wet and look for work.

I think it’ll probably happen that I go first, and get work second.  Hell, I moved to San Francisco from Wisconsin with a little over $2,000 and no job lined up.  Most of that money went to my two month sublet.  I didn’t even have a true place to call home.  And it all worked out.

I have complete faith that this can be done.

I’m sure I’ll be posting a lot more about it.  If you don’t like the French, you may want to stop reading my blog.

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